Auld Lang Syne 4
What gude the present day can gi'e,
May that be yours an' mine;
But beams o' fancy sweetest rest
On auld lang syne.
On auld lang syne, my dear,
On auld lang syne,
The bluid is cauld that winna warm
At thoughts o' lang syne.
We twa hae seen the simmer sun,
And thought it aye would shine;
But mony a cloud has come between,
Sin auld lang syne.
Sin auld lang syne, &c.
But still my heart beats warm to thee,
And sae to me does thine,
Blest be the pow'r that still has left
The frien's o'lang syne.
O'auld lang syne, &c.